I look in the mirror and I see a different face,

It is a face that is older

A countenance that has grieved for the loss of a child.

But how can I grieve for that which never was?

A child with no fingers yet,

Nor toes,

Nor gender,

Nor face,

With barely a heart to beat.

Except for the love that beat in my heart.

And now no hands will grow,

Nor limbs will walk

And you will never feed from my breast.

I cannot forget you my child which never was,

Each year as I grow older,

I will shed a tear

For a life that never lived.

I can only trust that your feet that never were,

And your face which never was

Are walking with and gazing upon the Son of God.

I will pray that another will hold you to their bosom,

I will believe that your first words will be His name

And I will hope that when we meet in Eternity;

You will know that I loved you

And that you will remember me.